Booster Blues

Honey, my left foot itchin', somethin's goin' on wrong
My right foot itchin' mean I just can't be here long

I thought I'd write, but it's the best to telephone
I say I thought I would write, it's best to telephone
For that fast mail train can carry your sugar so far from home

Girl, I can't live right, I ain't gon' try no more
Well, I can't live right, ain't gon' try no more
This woman's left town and she ain't comin' back no more

I went to the depot and I set my suitcase down
Well I went to the depot and set my suitcase down
I thought about my baby and the tears come rollin' down

I said, "Ticket Agent, how long is your train been gone?"
Oh, I said, "Ticket Agent, how long's your train been gone?"
Say, "Yonder go the train that your fair brown left here on"

I couldn't buy no ticket but I walked on through the door
I couldn't buy me no ticket but I walked on through the door
Well my baby's left town, she ain't comin' here no more

I got up this mornin', my sho' enough on my mind
I say, I got up this mornin' with my sho' enough on my mind
Had to raise a conversation with the landlady to keep from cryin'

Excuse me, woman, I won't say this no more
I say excuse me, woman, I won't say this no more
I'm fixin to leave town and hang crepe on your door



Credits
Writer(s): Blind Lemon Jefferson
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